Against the wall my hands lay still
another. just another
I put my thoughts beside the will
of even being bothered
Another day goes by
I found another lover
All clouds and dreams forbidden though
are hidden, still uncovered
Ahead of me, jumps forth my
resurrected shadow
Without you there is no me,
without me there's no other
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Hey there,
You smile at me with your broken teeth
You ask me out
You put a strand of my hair aside and
look me in the eyes
You are a lie
And I'm not fooled
You coffee maker
You airhead
You'd think that we're the best friends
But everything about you is a lie
Colorful sights of evelynn and roses
Harass the fear out of my aching body
I fell asleep once again
And the nurse had to change you...
You're my morphine...
You smile at me with your broken teeth
You ask me out
You put a strand of my hair aside and
look me in the eyes
You are a lie
And I'm not fooled
You coffee maker
You airhead
You'd think that we're the best friends
But everything about you is a lie
Colorful sights of evelynn and roses
Harass the fear out of my aching body
I fell asleep once again
And the nurse had to change you...
You're my morphine...
Absurd
Another line, another song
shall I write about
my broken armless love
and yet again, these days are just another
never ending movie
life is unfair when you're so far away
everything is rightfully ours even if
my broken love reacts like a damaged tape
playing over and over in my head;
you
and only you
could have taken me over.
now I'm just a sad pole
that dogs piss at...
like I'm so much more useful to them;
I'm an only lighthouse
at my own sea of crawling events.
shall I write about
my broken armless love
and yet again, these days are just another
never ending movie
life is unfair when you're so far away
everything is rightfully ours even if
my broken love reacts like a damaged tape
playing over and over in my head;
you
and only you
could have taken me over.
now I'm just a sad pole
that dogs piss at...
like I'm so much more useful to them;
I'm an only lighthouse
at my own sea of crawling events.
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